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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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